- WHAT'S THAT?
- THE BEAST!

ALL THE YOUNG PRIESTS WEAR THEM.
FATHER DAMO HAS ONE.

- SHUT UP, CRILLY!
- OKEY-DOKEY.

- THERE WAS THIS LETTER.
- LETTER?

- DOUGAL!
- I'M SORRY!

HE'S A GREAT LAUGH. I REMEMBER HIM
LAST YEAR TELLING HIS STORIES.

RIGHT, OFF WE GO.

LISTEN. THIS IS WHAT WE'LL DO.

AND WHO ARE YOU?

HOW MANY FINGERS AM I HOLDING UP?

- HE MIGHT LIKE HIM.
- NO, HE DOESN'T LIKE RABBITS.

OK, HERE IT IS. THIS WEEK'S WINNER.

GOD, WHEN YOU THINK OF IT, IT'S
A DIRTY, FILTHY THING, ISN'T IT?

- I'D BETTER GIVE HIM A CALL.
- I WOULDN'T GO CALLING HIM, JIM.

WHEN YOU COME
FACE TO FACE WITH DEATH,

I WAS IN THE AA THERE FOR A WHILE.

- IT'S HIM, ALL RIGHT.
- GOD ALMIGHTY!

THE OLD WOMAN KNOWS
IT'S ALL MY FAULT.

IT WAS THE TYPE OF THING, YOU KNOW...

HE'S AN ELDERLY PRIEST DRIVING
A FLYMO AROUND A SMALL ISLAND.

ACTUALLY I'D LIKE TO TAKE THIS
OPPORTUNITY TO SAY HELLO TO THEM.

HALLOWED BE THY...

BETTER GET GOING -
MILK GETS SOUR, YOU KNOW.

THANK CHRIST!